I haven’t blogged that much this week. Instead of sopping up my free time with the perusal of obscure 19th century texts or picking at the 3,000 pages of my currently reading list, I indulged in the escapist splendor of another J. Stapley electronic persona. My nephew left his KOTOR disks at my house and en lieu of sharpening my skills as a Mormon Thinker, I squeezed more time than I thought possible (even as a resolute blogger) to sharpen my skills as a Jedi.
KOTOR or Knights of the Old Republic is a game that won critical acclaim back in 2003. I went off video games cold turkey when I started writing my thesis about the same time. The game was pure heroin in the vein, quickening the pleasure center in my brain and coolly wrapping me with its tentacular embrace.
When I first started blogging, my wife wasn’t too keen on loosing me to the electronic mistress. With time, she grew to appreciate it as my coping mechanism and vain attempt to retain the inner academic. Even though she reads my posts, she has proven resilient to the siren’s song. She has grown to respect the blogger, but has yet to partake.
She also hasn’t said a word about my hours gaining experience and mastering such life essentials as the Power Thrust, the Throw Lightsaber, and the Heal. If she did confront me, I would have no recourse but confession. Unlike blogging, after three hours of battling the Dark Side, I have nothing but the lingering endorphins that course through my veins demanding more.
I don’t know if I am yet free from my experimentation. However, as I have walked along this dark road, my belief is reaffirmed that blogging, at least in its Mormon incarnation, is not a waste of time.